°•Various One-Shots/Short Stories•°

SebastianxReader (Sweet Créme)

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The Shopping Market downtown opened only a few weeks ago.

Ever since Its' grand opening, people have been swarming in and out like a school of fish.

There happens to be one man in particular that invariably catches my attention.

Though, I don't know his name.

I've never been an open book, when it comes to other people.
But, I am more than willing to speak with him.

I've generally discerned him purchasing a few cans of Cat food.

Assuming he possessed one of his own.

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I settle for taking an afternoon stroll, attempting to clear my mind.

Approaching the Gardinia Park, perceiving the man that sits quietly on the bench, stray cats surround him.

Prancing in his direction, my voice somewhat hushed.

"Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here?"

"No, please." He gestures elegantly.

Sitting still, just a few inches away, the man next to me continues, rubbing and snuggling the stray cats at hand.

Striving to keep my attention in the opposite direction.
I can't help but to observe the man's actions, a smile steadily plastering across my face.

"You really like cats, huh."

"Yes. They are delightful creatures. They remind me of myself." His lips curve into a gentle smile.

"How so?"

"They are elegant, quick, and light on their feet."

He speaks, running his hand atop the kittens head.

Gazing in the direction of the man I had been sitting next to, realizing he had been the one I've seen in the market.

All this time.

That explains the cans of cat food.

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Several days pass.

During this time, I have yet to learn the man's name.
However, the time we spend together, I cherish.

Deeply.

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Unfortunately, the weather channel predicted a thunderstorm today.

They were right.

Frogs and dogs are raining from the sky.
Thunder roars, lightening flashes blindly, and the wind howls fiercely.

Undoubtedly, I am frightened.
I've never been fond of thunderstorms.

Underneath the covers, shaking in fear, pressing the palms of my hands against my ears.

Why did it have to storm today..?

Half an hour elapses.

The storm appears still.

Although the clouds have yet to disappear.
Sliding out from underneath the covers, making my way downstairs.

"So, you are here."

The voice is familiar.

Twirling, noticing the man standing quietly in the doorway.

"You!"

I could've sworn I locked the door.

"I knocked a few times. You didn't answer. I'm sorry to have startled you." He bows, apologetically.

Standing in silence to still my beating heart.
Inhaling and exhaling deeply.

"It's fine."

"Is it alright for me to be here?"

"Yes. Come in."

Stepping inside, securing the door behind him.
Removing his jacket and setting his umbrella to the side.

He scans the room in awe, furrowing his brows.

"What?"

"I wasn't expecting your home to be in such a," He pauses briefly. "Wreck? I guess you could say."

"A wreck? It isn't that bad. There are only a few things lying around.."

"It pains me. Would you mind making me a cup of tea?"

"Sure."

Zipping into the kitchen, grabbing the kettle from the cabinet.

Filling it with water and placing it ontop of the stove.
Altogether it takes me about 5 minutes, give or take.

Stepping into the living room, combing the area, my eyes open widely.

"..Did you?"

"Yes. I did. It only took a few seconds."

"I would've gotten it. You didn't need to--"

"It was no trouble." He speaks bluntly, interuppting me.

Feeling the heat in my cheeks rising, averting my gaze, my voice is faint.

"..thank you."

Hearing the kettle whistle, he stands hurriedly, streaming into the kitchen.

The sound of thunder, throws me into a panic.

Crouching down on the floor, covering my ears, letting out a small scream.

"No.." I whisper.

Feeling a large hand on my shoulder, my eyes shoot open, noticing the kind smile on his face.

"Here."

His words are muffled.

Sitting the cup on the table, sliding his hand over my own, he pulls me up, and into his arms.

"It is only thunder."

Pressing me against his chest, squeezing me firmly, my fear begins to melt away.

"Your name." I utter, murmurously.

"Hm?"

"You never told me, your name."

"Sebastian." He whispers.

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This Chapter Didn't Necessarily Rum The Way I Had Intended It To, But I Hope You Enjoyed It.

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